Li Qing's hand slipped into Jing Yan's Luixian Skirt, which felt like real silk, and gently measured her full chest with his fingers.
Her shape was somewhat similar to Yu Baishuo's, but with more elasticity.
Jing Yan finally felt moved for the first time.
Her long eyelashes trembled lightly, and her lips gave a response as if they understood the intention, very gentle, incredibly clumsy.
If it weren't for her slight response, Li Qing almost wondered if he was about to consummate with a living corpse mechanically.
Jing Yan didn't admit she was an ancient corpse, but her previous demeanor really didn't differ from a dead body at all.
With gentle movements, Jing Yan's lips slowly reciprocated Li Qing's caresses.
She was very careful, tasting and savoring slowly.
Li Qing also slowed down his pace, choosing to tenderly complement Jing Yan's actions.
However, his hands remained busy.
He untied the wide belt and his palm roamed freely up and down.